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[shabby]

[ The video opens on a man's face, a little too close up for a few seconds. Then he pulls the arm with the communicator back, lengthening the shot and showing vegetation behind him. He's in the atrium, currently sitting on a low hanging tree branch. ]

Hello, alien-abducted internet peoples.

[ He says it cheerfully, with a smile and a wave. For a man who comes from a world without shit like this, he's unperturbed. Possibly because he thinks it's a drug-induced hallucination. ]

How are you today? [ He gestures off to the side. ] This is crazy, no? Outer space and shit. It's like a movie.

[ The image shakes a little as he starts digging through his pants pocket. Eventually, he pulls out a joint and, remembering that he's in the middle of talking to people, asks; ]

Hey, does anybody have a lighter?

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[dudebro]

[ He can't believe Vaas. Not yet. He's not ready to. Everything that happened on Rook is still too fresh in his mind to accept anything that Vaas says at face value. Even if, deep down, Jason knows he's likely telling the truth. It fucking sucks. He just can't do it, he can't accept all the death, all the explosions, all the bad shit that happened. That voice in the back of his mind that he ignores pretty well—usually—will be waiting for him, telling him Vaas was right all along. Telling him that even though he's a useless and stupid white boy, that he was made to tear through the underbrush of Rook like he was borne of the earth itself. That he gets his life-force from the lush greenery, the very tigers that chase him, the sharks that attack when he swims in the waters. In spite of growing up in the concrete jungle of California, his heart and home are in Rook.

He's so not fucking ready for that.

So, he protests it now. Without a moment of hesitation he snatches the gun from Vaas' hand and grips it tight. He keeps his voice low still, threatening as he can make it. ( Which, ultimately, is probably useless against Vaas who doesn't seem to be scared of fucking anything. ) Jason leans in even closer, close enough the tips of their noses bump when he talks and his words are spit out like venom. ]

Maybe it is what I want—my last act as a hero. Taking down an asshole who thinks he's the kingpin now.

[ Quick as a snake strike, Jason shoves the barrel of the gun against Vaas' cheek beneath his eye as he tips his head to the side. His mouth his right beside Vaas' ear, lips brushing against him as if he means to kiss that promise into his very skin. As he speaks, he drags the gun up until it's at Vaas' temple. If he pulls the trigger, they're both going. ( Jason doesn't even think that he wouldn't ever have done this before, doesn't imagine that it's the tatau changing him to be the man he's supposed to be. This feels natural, it feels like the air he needs to fucking breathe. Nevermind it smells like tobacco and fruit. ) ]

Remember, amigo, I'm not afraid. [ He shoves the gun against Vaas again, digging it into his skin and jostling both of their heads. ] Next time it's for keeps.

[shabby]

[ Vaas isn't afraid of Jason. He knows what Jason is, whether Jason wants to believe it or not, and he knows what he can do if he stops being a pussy and embraces who he is. But fear is like a fairy tale to him now. A story for children. He's been in the jungle at night. He's faced down the tiger. He's witnessed the savagery of mankind. There isn't anything to fear anymore.

Jason shoves the gun against his face and Vaas simply rolls his head, pressing against the muzzle so that he can keep his eyes on him. That isn't impossible when Jason leans like he does, but the intention is there. I'm not afraid of you.

A wide, wild smile curves his mouth when he feels Jason's against his ear. This show of power is good. It's a step in the right direction, but he doesn't think Jason has taken it to heart yet. Doesn't think he really believes it. ]

I'm not afraid either, Jason.

[ Ignoring the gun like it isn't even there, Vaas lifts his hands and twists, catching either side of Jason's head between his hands and rearing back so that he can look him in the eyes. There's something a little like pride in his voice when he speaks. ]

You have been reborn. [ Leaning forward, he presses a kiss to the center of Jason's forehead, a light brush of lips like a benediction, then leans back and drops his hands. ] And when you embrace what you are, Jason, you will be magnificent.

[dudebro]

[ It would be so easy to just unload the rest of the clip in Vaas right now. So easy. It's point-blank range. Surely that would be something. Maybe if it didn't kill him, it'd hurt him enough to put him out of commission for a little while. Right? Right????

Goddamn it, Vaas makes him so angry. He doesn't want him to. He doesn't want Vaas to have this kind of power over him but he does and Jason isn't really sure how to stop it from happening. That's annoying. Real fucking annoying. Especially because he doesn't want the whole burden of being angry. He didn't really get this angry before going to Rook. He doesn't know how to shake it, either. He's just so angry about everything that happened to him, to his friends. And he knows it's not all Vaas' fault, but it started with him so it's hard for Jason to let that go.

Maybe he should go talk to someone here. Maybe that'll help him figure out how to sort out his feelings about everything. Gay as shit, but whatever. Might be better than just being fucking pissed all the time. Burying it down isn't going to help. Maybe talking will. Or else he'll probably do something he probably shouldn't.

Jason jerks away from Vaas, nearly swinging a punch to crack his stupid nose. He can see it all go down in his mind's eye, but he doesn't do it. Just stands there burning with rage. ]

Jesus Christ. [ His free hand is lifted and he scrubs the back of it over his forehead as if he could take away that feeling of Vaas' lips. ( It doesn't work. ) ] You're a lunatic.

[shabby]

[ It's a shame they can't get along. Without the fate of the island hanging in the balance and Hoyt and Citra, Vaas thinks that maybe he and Jason could have a lot of fun together. Back on Rook, there'd been too much other shit getting in the way. Stress. Hoyt. Citra. The Rakyat. Jason's fucking friends.

Here, there's like... Vaas isn't sure. They're in space. There should be aliens in space, no? But he hasn't seen any. Hasn't seen anyone he knows except for Jason. It's kind of like a new beginning. A second chance.

Except Jason's scowling at him and hates him and all he did was give him his shit back. ]

Yeah. Maybe. [ He shrugs, then turns away and wanders off toward the tree he'd been sitting in earlier. ] It's a big place, outer space. You have your shit back. You don't want to talk to me, okay.